All it took was an apple
to bring down
The Most Beautiful Girl in the World

huh

When I grew up
She was the head cheerleader
and I often thought about throwing
apples at her head
but instead, I quietly contemplated
how a baseball bat
would make my point instead

I was forever hated

Cinderella had mice and birds
and all kind of vermin
bring her up to speed
with a beautiful dress
and a pumpkin coach

But instead of planting a big wet one
on the Prince of her dreams
who was really just a wet noodle
in her arms, it seems
She turned tail and ran
at the first sign of romance
and I bet her bare feet,
on the way out,
squashed more than one roach

Rapunzel had her golden hair
that could have easily been
a noose around her neck
But instead she used it to trap
Men like flies
Notice it was never her ****
that hit the deck!

Never more a worthless ****
of all the stories of yore
was Sleeping Beauty
who waited for a prince to come
unconscious the whole time
and just as oblivious
to the perilous journey
AND the responsibility that HE bore

yawn

Want to hear the one
about a girl who by no means
had any looks?
She had intelligence
noted by all the books
She had street smarts
by virtue of hiding at home
She had an even uglier stepfather
that never left her alone
Her long dark hair
and soulful eyes
brought all the boys to her side
No two toads were alike
and a kiss was too steep
a price to pay
for such a scary ride

She tried to sleep forever
until one day
her life might become better
But she awakened and
the scars she made
won't let her

ever forget

*the Fairytale
ain't real

peace
please



private property..
intruder hurtled over
seeking who knows what
screaming obscenities

perfect pitch..
find little solace
but by going within
hide well beneath veneers

possible perfection..
but with one
so* very far away
loss near calamitous

pardon presumption..
get over discomfort
pick up sad face
work with it

passable poetry..
may reveal a layer or two
if the inner eye ready
shove preconceived away

puerile pretence..
try to prove points
only to efface the truth
lose bits of the light

petty prisons..
all just deadly excuses against living
get locked in by the self
unlock the cell, throw key away

please..
peace



S T, 12 June 2013

Why.
He is pack driven.
And knows his A.B.Cs

Vivacious, atrocious
Super capricious
Precocious and ferocious
Precious and gracious
Malicious and facetious
Long lashes
Gory gashes
Fiery slashes
Tunic mashes
Souls igneous
In the end, it’s all ashes, just ashes...

The rain like rubber bullets on brittle glass.
Everything is broken up in the light
and hissing
slithers serpent like
to the city's sunken sewer.
All the ticks of this season fade together.
One drop at a time
the air is cleaned
and the memories we find in it
have all washed away.
The rainbows of oil slick streets
run pitted up rolling hills
and I found my *** of gold:
all those moments of memory
under the pines dripping gin stink serenade.
I swam in the streams that trickled down your lips
the hum of heaving skies
blocked out the world
leaving only our warmth
as salvation.

If I give her what she wants....Will I get what I need....the mind of complication...falls victim to questions...and wonder...cuz those things cause wander... and I look lost while I'm looking around...Post in confusion waiting to be found...see the mind plays tricks..and body makes you sick... but the heart don't lie...no heart don't lie....but I call it the soul...because the heart can die...But the soul lives forever... between you and I...because I gave you what you want...you'll remember what you need...and that would be thought.... when I am dead and gone...When I can't give you what you want...but you'll have what you need...My Heart....